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en medias res

en medias res

in the middle of
things

is where we are

our mood
is lethargic
our awareness
blunt

if we don’t get
off our asses
we’ll be point
of the hunt

wasted days
wasted nights
running for stuff
how much can
we carry

some have so much
it’s pretty damn
scary

my wants are small
my needs are few

enforced insanity

never followed
that cue

en medias res
in the middle of things

we crawl on the ground
cause
we don’t have
wings.

Style / type: 
Free verse

Comments

Thank you, Shirley!

Victor

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

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author comment

but
'if we don’t get
off our asses
we’ll be the point
of the hunt'
doesn't quite do it for me....
it seems to waver from the point of the poem

just a suggestion (and just me too mind)
how about sometning like?
'our mood
is lethargic
with blunted
awareness

there'll be
no point to anything
if we don’t get
off our asses'

i absolutely love the last stanza
love judy
xxxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Judy,

Thanks for the suggestion, but it just doesn't go with the rest of the piece. I would have to rewrite the whole piece around it, and how it reads now is fine with me.

I liked the last stanza, too, thanks.

Victor

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

Unknown (at least to me)

author comment

Judy,

Thanks for the suggestion, but it just doesn't go with the rest of the piece. I would have to rewrite the whole piece around it, and how it reads now is fine with me.

I liked the last stanza, too, thanks.

Victor

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

Unknown (at least to me)

author comment

Judy,

Thanks for the suggestion, but it just doesn't go with the rest of the piece. I would have to rewrite the whole piece around it, and how it reads now is fine with me.

I liked the last stanza, too, thanks.

Victor

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

Unknown (at least to me)

author comment

ok, i get it.....(smile)
love judy
xxxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Hey, Judy~!

I don't know why this came up three times, when I only wrote it once.

Oh well, computer fun . . .

Victor

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

Unknown (at least to me)

author comment

thought if funny myself
you seemed quite emphatic....
love judy
xxxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Drew me in - and then the content made it worth the stay!
good stuff!
Bonita j

Bonitaj

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